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Sweet vanilla kisses, amid an explosion of bubblegum sauce.
With lips now blue, we break and share a flake;
The chocolate melting in our mouths,
Like my heart, the first time I met you.
“You’ve got a bit on your nose," I say.
Laughing, you wipe it away elegantly.
Fresh strawberries planted in eager mouths,
Excited eyes blazing in the sun.
This love is intoxicating.
Sinking satisfyingly into a strawberry bliss,
Summer love is planted on the tongue.
Savouring: the taste, the moment,
savouring the one.
©️ Joshua Reece Wylie 2021
All rights reserved

A love poem with a summer-vibe.
Vinyl, old, crackle and turn,
Intimate moments scored into grooves;
Atmosphere burns,
A revolving truth.

Needle, record, goosebump skin,
Long played moments again and again;
Our favourite track
An unrepented sin.

TS Lefort 2021
Downhill after dark we took our nightly showers  

Under the standpipe, dodging the cars light,

It was fun in those days, the life of the poor black child

The countryside, but the sweetest thing to remember,

Roast breadfruit, roast flying fish, roast corns,

It was fun in those days, for the life of the poor, young villagers

in today world it called Backyard Barbecuing with friends,  

when we did it was called poor people way of cooking, and celebrating.

So often now and then,  

it's good to go back in time

And relived, those awkward and happy moments

Only thing I detest was loading the sugarcane

On my head and going up the ladder,

The white man reap all the sweet

The black man bake under the sun.



Last month I sat in the most expensive Restaurant

And eat, lobster, drank expensive bottle of wine

I wouldn’t reveal the cost of the meal,

But, I always knew, that one day, this would

Have happen, from roast fish, on the hill of Prout Hill

To Washington DC exquisite night restaurant. MI*VIDA

And yes I made all of this happened:
living my life through poetry.
Diljeev May 21
No more sinking in your eyes
no whispers in my ears,
perhaps it should've
stayed with me
in all my years,
it's the next best thing,
in this world of lies.
In each waking moment,
in every drop of daylight
fading you are,
stains on a wet cloth,
burning you are,
I embrace, I hold fast
embracing the dying light,
saving it with all my life,
a yearning moth.
Feeling empty in this lonely room
I slowly drifted of to sleep
And you are the love that I dreamt of

I exactly can’t remember the things we said to each other
But the feeling persists and the happiness longs
And every night when I close my eyes
You are the love that I dream of

I can’t seem to forget the moments we had
And don’t want to erase the memory of you
Cause every night when I close my eyes
I dream of you

I have a feeling that I am falling for you
I feel a little different talking about you
And I know you and I live in two different worlds
But the thing is that you are the love that I dreamt of

So even though this love I imagine can’t be a reality
I live through the day and wait for the night
When it’s time to meet you in a world that I created
In a dream where we are perfect for each other

Because

You are the love that I dreamt of
Sometimes love is unattainable but at least you can dream about it.
LC Apr 27
than sweet moments suspended in time
like thick, dark, smooth molasses
resisting the strong pull of gravity
as it flows from a shiny silver spoon.
#escapril day 26!
tell them to me again
One last
I will still
I will be present
Whisper so it's ours
We two
I need to
Fall once more into
The song spell
Your voice
I plead and confess
An oath
This will be the last
I saved a place  
to cradle
the best most missed
Cherished
Thoughts like honey
Of then
When I was
Desired and wanted
Please I will be
Quiet yes
I will be present
After this
Never again
So much living have I forgotten.  So many moments I was lost inwardly focused.  If someone would only tell me moments from another time I would listen and greedily hoard the memories.  Never forgetting all I've missed.
When a person you’d rather not speak to creeped up out of cracks of hell to annoying you. Instead of someone you’d rather talk to yeah that sounds about right

I don’t know why I’ve let it bother me if someone creeped out of the cracks of hell. Trying to mess with me enjoying life for even a brief moment , they seem to come around to ruin the good vibes

Maybe I’m just not a loud to be happy in my own little bubble without anyone. Maybe I just find some sad girl **** to do.


I mean I did forget they existed until they randomly popped back into my life
It’s was like I’m not interested mate
Like please crawl back down that hole
You came from because I’m so done
Raven Feels Apr 5
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I hate deja vus-or not:


lines read and eyes grew

to an unspoken realization of deja vu

flames burnt and strokes ignite

to the regretting moment upon your hideous sight

wheels spun and tables turn

to the delve of my stomach it eventually churned

looks struck and gazes locked

to a cover of cornered arms it blocked

breaths stolen and visions blur

to invite the blaze to an open door

nerves bulge and cut the knives

to hit the heart of that levitating soul in those cursed midnights

for the years to flood and the memories to be remembered

to flourish dark days of delight to December

kicked the laws and loaded the guns of cries

to get that brain of wonders into a real peaceful state of mind


                                                                                    ------ravenfeels
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